Sunday, May 25, 2008
i always used to think bmt will be the most hiong period u will ever go thru in 2 years of ns life. cos being a recruit, you are still a trainee and there's lots to learn which will not be possible if your commanders do not treat you with a certain level of strictness. i was blessed to have had a nice platoon and gd buddies, topped with reasonable and fair commanders who give us the basic respect.
on to unit life, when i was on course as a trainee for the m113 driving course, i felt respected as despite being on course, the instructors were reasonable and when the day can start later, they will allow us to fall in slightly later. in the actual duration of the course, although they were strict with our driving and our knowledge abt the vehicle, they seldom mistreated us unless we were too slow or didnt obey instructions passed down.
now that my course is over, and i am no longer a trainee, anyone would have thought that we should have better treatment as we are now trained and officially part of the battalion. but why is it so that my life now is worse that my recruit days? i am so not exaggerating. i dont wish to provide details, cos there are probably 101 reasons why i say im having a life worse than recruit days. probably more that that even.
i really agree with the fact that whether ur life in ns is good, ok or hell is not only based on vocation, but probably 80% based on ur commanders. even when you have a xiong vocation, but if ur platoon is good and ur commanders are reasonable,
chanel handbags will actually be able to go thru ns life quite peacefully. however, if ur vocation may not seem very xiong, and despite ur platoon being rather nice, if your commanders are fucked up, you will be looking at a very miserable ns life instead. and i mean really miserable.
that much said, i suppose i shan't go on any further. i so not want to go back into a life of hell. you know i mean it when even nice ppl like bernard swears at the life we are suffering now.
voodoo-ed and killed at 5:46 PM
Monday, May 19, 2008
gahhh. time really flies. somehow it's the end of the nice long weekend le. omgomgomg. going to book in in like no time at all. now im just living for the weekends. pathetic isnt it? but that's the way life goes in NS i think.
need to plan up a good weekend after another tiring week. sigh, i can't bear to think of it even. worst thing, is i dont even know wad im going to do.
starting to like english songs more and more recently. i guess this is some transition everyone has? lol. from liking chn songs to eng songs. since now in ns, tend to listen to mp3 to sleep, therefore somehow i find eng songs nicer to listen to sleep... haha as compared to chn songs, like more for kboxing.
so hopefully can come back on a happier note this weekend bah. the only consolation is probably the fact that it's 1 less day... >.<
voodoo-ed and killed at 7:56 PM
Sunday, May 11, 2008
haven't updated for ages.. well i also dunno wad came over me today, but just felt like updating before going back into camp for the first week under mortar platoon. you know, something like writing a will before ur death, that kind of feeling. felt that i have to write something b4 hell befalls upon us.
time flies i have to say, and we said our goodbyes to our course mates last wed, signifying the end of our driving + om course. now i don't really know what to expect. but from the looks of it, it isn't pretty. >.< and the comments given by the bunk guys who went outfield last wed-fri didnt help. i dunno what would happen to me if i went instead. prob like die very horribly.
now im just trying to plan up a gd long weekend ahead, so at least i have something to look forward to. if i get confined or wad *touch wood*, ill probably just kill myself. =.= so i shall just pray very hard for everything to go smoothly, and get a well-deserved break at the end of the week. the next public holiday is like... WHAT?! august. omg i just sian diaoed myself. shouldnt have looked at the calendar. ah wells, take one step at a time bah.
step. step. step. plunges to my death.
abit abt the course. im quite glad to have made some friends in the course of the course (pun intended), and having exchanged contacts with some of them on msn haha. hopefully can get to talk to them again someday, regardless from archer, cougar, or armour hq. i must say i really enjoyed my time on trades course, cos the ppl are really nice, and esp for the om course, the instructors are very friendly haha. though the things we are supposed to know is still cheemology to me.
went to watch what happens in vegas with peishan cheejia puayhian kwangguan wensheu pengsing weichung last night at marina square. haha a funny show i would say, and despite the fact that the plot might be a tad cliche and typical hollywood romance comedy,
louis vuitton handbags brought laughter to everyone, and i must say i enjoyed the show very much haha. u know, very funny and yet not the crude kind of humour. haha. recently back to watching movie mood liao, after a hiatus ever since pre a levels. aka havent been watching much shows during bmt period. but now, im actually wanting to catch 2 shows next week haha. hope i get to see at least one =).
oh well well. try to keep optimistic bah. it's just 5 days to go! i can do it.
wad self-delusion.
p.s. btw online-movie-watching-wise, managed to catch RENT. i think it's a pretty good show, whereby the ppl not belonging to the "mainstream" can be portrayed here as main characters, and provides a meaningful watch. what with gays, lesbians, drug addiction, HIV-positive. lol. but if u keep an open mind while watching this show, i think it's pretty good. especially the fact it's a musical and lots of songs come with it. (oh yes, im somehow addicted to musicals recently, after hsm2, hairspray, rent, the producers. mebbe try chicago next?)
voodoo-ed and killed at 8:47 PM
VOODOO-ED.
life is like a needle.
a voodoo needle.
it pricks.
and it hurts.
every passing day,
it will find its way to prick me.
the moment i felt
the lethal injection enter my body,
i knew it was over.
this curse has been embedded into me,
not going to be lifted anytime soon.
for the next couple of decades at least.
it's too late.
don't start regretting.
the curse of life begins.
everything is no longer the same,
anymore.
try to accept it.
(i know i'm trying.)
i've been voodoo-ed.
and now,
i'm just waiting
for the effects to take place,
for the day to come.
waiting, for the curse to befall upon me.
simply waiting,
to meet my doom.
life's never the same again.
i'm voodoo-ed. and killed.